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April 27, 2007
He had wanted to go for a walk. He was full of things he had not done, that had somehow piled up behind him to the point where he felt the weight of the parts slipping down from the top shoving him out the door.

But it was raining. Not just a little rain, this was a monsoon. He stopped at the door, feeling the spray from the deck on his ankles, trying to see through the fog of rain. He turned around, walking a tight little circle in his room and came back to the open door. Still raining.